At a certain age, almost all the questions a person asks him or herself are really about one thing…
I like to read. And I’m finding the time to read more, as I am finding more time to write. It’s funny sometimes how you find time when you don’t actually have more time… Time is interesting that way. I even joined a book club and writing group, both at my local library. The local library I worked at years ago, and am back working at, but only as a sub.
Any way, back to reading, and the fact I’m reading more. Every book, at least that I’m actually going to read, needs a good beginning. Continue reading “My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry”